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I've been so tired lately. Tired of the death that's been surrounding me, and my family. Tired of working non-stop only to be faced with the reality of death when I have any spare time. I've been writing a bunch of poetry only to keep me sane. If I stop, I'm afraid of what will happen in my brain. Will I snap? I feel like I'm tettering on the edge of an abyss, and if I'm not careful it's down I go.

I know God is with me even now, and for that I'm very grateful. Without him, I don't know how strong I would be. He is my strength, comfort, and reason for living. I'm just having a lot of "Footprints" moments in my life right now.

Footprints in the Sand

One night I had a dream. I was walking along the beach with the Lord, and across the skies flashed scenes from my life. In each scene I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand. One was mine, and one was the Lord's. When the last scene of my life appeared before me, I looked back at…